At Sikong Jing's direct response, the Demon Dream Witch's originally indifferent expression suddenly stiffened.
Then... Rumble!
Terrifying killing intent poured out like something tangible, flooding in all directions. Shu Guangye's face instantly turned deathly pale, his whole body trembling involuntarily, while a smug, sinister grin appeared in Han Guanglei's eyes, though she could not make a sound.
With a clang, Su Yuexi instinctively drew her sword.
Yet Sikong Jing remained exceptionally calm. Facing the raging killing intent, his expression did not change. His long hair whipped about as he lightly cupped his fists and replied sincerely, "Senior Demon Dream, I apologize to you."
As he spoke, Sikong Jing smiled bitterly to himself.
He had never expected that what happened back then would plant the seeds of such a disaster.
Back when they were in the eastern Central Plains, everyone said that Sikong Jing, Tyrant Soul's successor, had been captured by the Demon Dream Witch. Some people, seeking to curry favor with the Thousand Kings Holy Tower and the like, had even come to the southern Central Plains to look for her.
At the time, Old Xiu and Old He had worried afterward whether they might provoke the real Demon Dream Witch.
Later, however, the Demon Dream Witch never truly appeared, and the matter was simply dropped.
Before this, Sikong Jing had assumed that the Demon Dream Witch had remained in a tribe within the Southern Wild Forest and probably had not heard of the matter.
Back then, none of the Thousand Kings' flatterers had found her either...
Yet who would have thought that she had not only heard of it, but cared very, very deeply about it.
Staring at Sikong Jing as he smiled bitterly and apologized...
The Demon Dream Witch's face was filled with icy coldness. She said frigidly,